Friday, November 30, 2007

Cacat: Party On

World OKU day. Yeah man. Its just around the corner, on the 3rd of December to be precise. I’m not sure if anyone are aware of the existence of such a day. Save yourself from kicking your sorry, sagging butt. I myself have some doubts if any of my own family members have any knowledge that this very day existed.

I have never told anyone. I mean, what if someone comes up to me and start to wish ‘Hey Kerp, happy OKU day, man’.

How the hell am I to respond to that?

Perhaps I’d go something like, ‘Hey, thanks buddy. I'm happy to have damaged my cervical spine and if that's not bad enough, its been a while since I lived a happier life as a fucking handicapped. I'm a happy man, coming all the way from the happy Land. Hooray'.

Or some guy to come up to a hearing-impaired person and wishes him Happy Oku day by using a sign-language, and the deaf guy would simply reply with a middle finger…or two. That’s universal sign-language for us all.

So I guess that’s the very reason I think it isn’t such a big deal even for a quad taking his leak from a chair sitting down like me.

But like any other Annual Days, International Day for Disabled Persons is a cause for celebration. Forums, public discussions and campaigns are held globally focusing on disability issues.


Ok I admit that those are boring stuff but the good people there at Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat would normally have something lined-up up their sleeve for the OKU masses, by organizing a National-level do that the disabled people nationwide can participate and start showing off in all the stage-performances arranged for them. So not all things suck.

I’ve attended this annual event yearly since like 4 years back. I know I’ll show my face again without getting involved in anything. Hey, I don’t mind the stage shows you know, as watching the Down Syndrome kids showcasing their talents in dancing can be awe-inspiring, and the food served are normally great, especially if there was no meehoon in sight. With goody bags for each and every one to take home with, its not that bad come to think of it.

Oh wait…hold your horses, fellas. An event without a long, boring speech by the relevant minister invited? That couldn’t possibly be, right? Damn RIGHT. It is just too great to be true. Counting sheep can never be as effective as a long, scripted speech by a certain VIP.

And a bigger, wider YAWN.

I remember the last time out at Berjaya Times Square, a certain Datuk Sri S (not Samy Vellu, neither Syed Keruak nor Soh chin Aun) was yapping away with a crappy, faulty mic that none of the late-comers in the back row could hear a word. And surprise, surprise. I was one of them that at one point I thought if I had arrived a little later, the speech would have ended, and I’d be glad to vote that very moment as the most memorable of the entire event.

As for this year’s do, which will be held at Sunway Pyramid Convention Center, its essential for me to be there for unlike the previous years where I can simply come and go as I please, I’ve got some official duty in hand to get my brain worked on this time around. Unless I act like a retard and lie to Le boss I’m a closet schizophrenic, I may have to sit through out the whole event.

*the local celebration will be held on the 4th, which is on Tuesday next week. So there goes my Mee Rebus Tuesday again.

*Can't seem to find a photo to go with this entry so let's settle with this one below I found deep in the C drive.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Hard-on: Flushing Down the Myth

You know, I wish I could be the blogger who updates his blog on daily basis, with practically every single thing to rant about that the world has to offer. I tried once, but with games, music, downloaded porn vids and awaiting friends on YM, there are just too many distractions in my computer that I abandoned the idea of doing another Rocky.

And being easily distracted, writing a whole article can be quite a task. Sometimes I had to rely on other blogs, by hopping from one to another hoping to find something I can relate to. Once the idea hits, then only I put on my thinking cap and start typing away. The outcome varies. Most were junk-materials but since no one bothers, I shouldn’t too.

So anyway, I noticed in heck a lot of blogs I surfed in, they had lyrics of their favorite songs at least one or two copy&pasted amongst hundreds of their postings. So, not wanting to be the odd one’s out, maybe I should be doing the same thing too.

I’m a huge Ramones fan, one of punk rock pioneers that recorded their first album the same year I was born. They were well-known back then for their anti-establishment ideology that made their way to mainstream masses without being succumbed to the lies and fancies of them blood-sucking recording labels. Commercialism wasn’t part of their plan when they first started and carried on till literally their last breath (all their important members have passed on).

What made them different from others were the way their lyrics went, typically the 3-chord, repeated one-liner. So if I were to write a lyric, It will be very much inspired by their style, but of course with a touch of corny stuff and romanticism. This would be my first ever attempt and it goes something like this,…

I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner...


Yes I can get a boner,
Sure I can get a boner,
Trust me I can get a boner,
Yes I can get a boner...

I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner...

Guitar solo

Repeat chorus


I don't need no Vs,
Nor Cialis,
And Britney dollies,
Nor penisssssssss...enlaaaarrgerrrrr,
To get the blood pumped in and whooooww whooowww...

Still, I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,

As long as she spread,
I can get a boner.

I imagine this song to be longer than The Doors' extended version of Light My Fire and Guns & Roses' November Rain just to get the message squeezes through the narrowest of mind.

In the mean time, one myth flushed down. Hooray.

Time to get down to serious business which I haven’t started on at all. Not a single thing. I’m doomed.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Sunday Walk

Why I will not walk with Hindraf on Sunday.

Because I Can't.


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Km/j...finally done and over with.


Ok, I didn’t get to inform everyone about my being a guest in a tv show tonight. But the response I received was overwhelmingly huge, even smses coming in before the show ended. I swear I didn’t expect anything like it. I felt like a local celebrity, only bigger. Kahkah…

But really, it wasn’t something to shout about. Just a dude on wheel parroting what the host had briefed on before the show went on air. Not that I have never been on tele before but this was the most significant to date.

I remember the first time being on peti televisi was during a live Malaysia cup game between Selangor and Perak back in the early 90s, me and a few Subang Jaya lads were interviewed by Zainal Abidin Rawop during the halftime. Rushed back from Merdeka stadium and quickly switched on to the 12 o’clock news and voila, managed to get a glimpse of our silly selves, clad in red and yellow of Selangor tormenting the Perak fans with the word ‘Tempoyak basi’ which was obviously referring to their then veteran midfield maestro, Azizul Abu Haniffa.

As it turns out, it was our first ever tv appearance without having to put the necessary foundation make-up thing.

Back to Km/j, my dad the Man U fanatic and Pinky the football-hater accompanied me to Angkasapuri’s IBC (International Broadcasting Center) and was straight away wheeled in, got the make-up artist do some touch-ups and I was on. With 3 cameras facing you, how not to get nervous? Hey, I could have said more with a lot more confidence but my handicapped nerve gave in and let me down. And this was the same nerve that has stopped feeding me with sensations in some part of my damn freakin’ body. So damn you, stupid nerve.

Oh…anyway, It was embarrassing. Mom was excited that she had to inform every single contact she has in her phonebook. Dad was cool but could be cooler if he was a Gooner. And the two lovely kids making their cameo appearance were my Teves-wannabe nephew and pretty-as-princess niece, the apples of my eye.

Well, as I said in the original posting, glad I’ve got the monkey off of my back. My sincerest apology to those I didn’t get to personally informed, and those who called, texted sms and left a message here, I thank you all, family members and blogger friends mostly, for the support given and wasted 30 minutes of your life watching a big, fat cacat fella being grilled by a crime-analyst cum pianist. I promise to reply to each and everyone of you the soonest.

Oh boy, talking about being a has-been celeb. Not sure about the attention, which was massive but sure would accept such supportive friends with arms and heart wide open.

Thanks also to Kamal Affandi hashim and Fara the producer and Jas, the…other fella and all the Km/J crew.

I wouldn’t close the door to re-appear on screen but give me the role of Maya Karin’s pontianak molest victim and I should be on a roll.

Time to light up one, fine stick of Monte Cristo…and a pat on my back.

Original posting.

Pheww…I needed that really. No, not to have my face on tele but that particular show have been acting like a monkey on my back and now I’ve finally got it off. Firstly, people kept asking if the show would be on, for three weeks on the trot since it was canceled for well, 3 weeks running. And secondly, being on tele viewed by other people can be the most embarrassing thing to happen to anyone, especially when that someone does not have that face of, commercial value, so to speak, or to simply put it, a monkey face. So it was kind of a relief. .

Will get this entry updated in due time. Thanks all.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Can’t think…and…type. Must drink…more...vitagen prescribed, or lungs…will…collapse.

Ok, I’m just being a little over-dramatic. But If you guys noticed, haven’t been online since I posted the last entry. Reason being is, I was (still am) down with very high fever and spent the past 2 days or so in bed mostly, and looks certainly to remain there for the next few days.

I am so weak to the bone with my body aching all over. Weird dreams seems to appear and woke up sweating and thirsty at 2am. Then I threw up at 3 in the morning and purged in my boxers like 3 hours later for two days running now. It's just horrible.

But with this little bit of energy left in me, I decided to get online and reply to all the response from you lot. I can only thank you all for hopping over to this very humble blog and share your thoughts and two sens worth.

For now though, it’s time to get back into my crib and get a bit more rest.

Thanks, friends.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Lazy Picture Show

Somebody, some animals, somewhere out there must be wondering why I still haven't had my picture up to go with the comments I posted in other blogs.

Here's a mad-man's confession. I tried a few hundred times but still can't get my freakin' face proudly displayed. I'm a quitter so maybe I should just throw in the towel, start writing a poem or two and turn queer.


Freddie Kruger-like Mad man: No kidding, I was clad only in my sarong below. Dare me and I'll prove to you.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

KM/J kanceled.

Here’s the thing. I was supposed to be featured in Kamal Afandi’s KM/J program tonight (15-nov) but for some weird reason RTM1 canceled it and I believe it was replaced by some forum thing.


But fortunately enough, I didn’t spread the word around telling the world my crippled face gets to be on television. Hey, that’s a typical reaction you know. Telling your family even as far as Uruguay, friends, foes, fuckers and shit that you’re about to be viewed by many, although I doubt many of us tunes in to RTM anymore these days.

KM/J is basically a show related to road accidents, where victims are fortunate enough to live and tell the tales of their respective mishaps in hoping to deter other road bullies from breaking the traffic laws and break their spine in the process. My buddies were featured in earlier part of the season so It was something like don't drive under the influence or you'll end up crippled like us kind of thing.

The episode where I’m in, it will be a non-sappy shit stuff as I’m supposed to show the viewers there’s life even after being confined on wheelchair. Not a problem there. Hey, I do have some life still, to live to my fullest. Things like, getting married?

Hah! Yeah, yeah…that crops up again. What’s new, I know.

Ok, how about things like, doing a Scott Weiland, performing unplugged show on wheelchair, or simply to just bungee-jump? Only in my case I imagine it would be bungee-throwing instead. Kahkahhh…another lame crippled joke.

But seriously, I do have some stuff I’d love to do and hopefully I get to live long enough to wheel them through.

If only I’m rich, all my dreams would have been materialized by now. but you cant call yourself rich if you don’t do what the stinkin’, cigar-chomping rich fellas usually does…make the poor, poorer.

Up yours, I'm outta here.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Romanticism: Roses and all things Sissy

Somebody said to me the other day that he’d give anything just to get out of his marriage. That came as a surprise to me. I mean, hey what's the deal with that, man?

Apparently he claimed to have chosen the wrong woman as the main reason given. Sure buddy, sure. And this was the same fella who whispered to my ears only several years back that he’d climb the highest mountain and swim across the deepest ocean just to ask her hand in marriage. Now this?

While here, reporting live from the deepest of the heart ( deeper than the septum), I just wish we could switch positions, but with our respective spouses of course. My point is, here I am wondering what marriage life is all about when somebody wish he’d never had been in one. I tried to empathize with him, imagine what in the name of shit could he be going through now but as much I wanted to, I still believe getting hitched is a wonderful, flowery thing.

Yes, I could be wrong but after much thought, I’m sticking with what I had believed in all these years. Marriage is about everything rosy, romantically in order and all the corny shit. I mean, my very reason for saying this is, while going through thick and thin, ups and downs and all the turmoil, you’re in it together. Isn’t that what should only matter, two love birds enjoying the torrid ride? Sure, thorns can be harmful but roses stands out. No flying plates and glasses needed.

Ok I may not have tasted being a beer-bellied hubby as yet so I mustn’t speak to soon and shut the hell up, so they say. But when I’ve gone through hell for more than ten long years, what could possibly be worse? Even death wouldn’t be as bad I imagine. Here’s a preview of what hell-on-earth’s like. Its when you first learnt that an important part of your body are no longer effective, and you’re condemned to be a crippled for the rest of your life. That’s flameless hell for you. Try break your knee-bone, get it cemented and live life as a temporary cacat fella and you will get my point. So save all the shitty stuff and keep it to yourself.

The thing is, I don’t think I should feel discouraged by the slightest of distraction and hey, am fully determined to see it through and experience one myself.

So If given a magic black-hole, I’d be the first to jump in and travel to the future, look for the first pak lebai (kadi) available, lafaz akad, swap rings, kiss the bride on her forehead and start the reproduction process immediately.

Ok that was silly but no harm in over-fantasizing. I mean, If only we could find an easy escape route and get out of deep shit by just a finger snap away, life would be smooth-sailing. But without any of the challenges, that’s not worth calling it life.

I believe in Allah, and He, who had put me in a situation just to get my will tested, it was also Him, who gave me another ultimate trial and an opportunity to prove the success story of the first mountain-climbing feat wasn’t a fluke. Like it or not, without a magical finger-snapping, I am game for it.

Now though, not wanting to give people the impression it was written by a sissy, I end this entry with something very manly-stuff.

…I’m all psyched up for Arsenal’s away to the Mardejski stadium for a crunch with Reading. Ehem…yes, yes…no more roses nor daffodils and feminine-like gay stuff, but rather a tough-tackling, artistic, total-football thing.

Yup, its something in this order. Football, food, girlfriend. - end.

'Allah will not put his hamba to the test, if the hamba is unable to cope with it'.- Zakhir Mohamed.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Of Myth and Cacat...and Turd.

All right. I think we’ve had enough of rock & roll stuff, for now at least. Let’s get into something less serious than that. Marriage.

Just the thought of it can be dreadful. Not that I have never wished to but as everyone may have figured by now, getting hitched is harder than I anticipated, especially when you’re a freakin’ cacat on a freakin’ wheelchair, as I found out apparently.

It’s that age-old myth, you know. The rural myth, where guys on wheelchair are as good as mentally-retarded and better off to be left in the desert waiting for vultures to have a meal out of our useless limbs, or something like that. This, should have been buried deep like decades ago. I mean, to think that one’s brain is situated somewhere along the thoracic spine, now that’s real cacat for you.

So anyway, somebody told me that marriage isn’t always a bed of roses and blabla and all the garbage. Tell me something new. But what makes people think marrying a crippled will only result in misery while marrying able-bodied men promises eternal bliss for the bride-to-be? Another stinking myth that should have been long flushed down the sewage system, let it rot and remain there together with other shit.

Not that I’m pointing fingers at anyone in particular but if only they, whoever hay they are, care to listen, that ought to pave some ways and perhaps something rational would come out of it.

Its just a typical discrimination thing you know.. To them, being confined in a wheelchair can only mean that fella is a gone case.

Didn’t it ever cross their mind that an able-bodied husband is capable to suddenly turn violent and start to kick, punch-drunk and flying head-butt the hell out of his wife’s poor ass? This may be an isolated case but still the possibility is there. I sure have heard it before somewhere. Oh, and what do you know, that really happens in our supposedly caring society and not just some great-grandmother’s mythical tale.

Somebody should be thankful if I were their son-in-law. I mean, hey, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I cant kick, I’m not KJ and I don’t go screwing around. In fact, I have tons of love to offer. And on top of that I don’t sit around begging for money and food.

In terms of procreation, what makes one think I cant get a boner? There you go. Another sewer-material myth. It could happen to even a healthy young man. Lets put it this way without elaborating much. On my wedding night, I know I’ll screw up and proud of it.

I have never asked for sympathy from anyone but I’ll make this an exception. We’ve been together for almost a decade and the only obstacle comes from someone dearly to her. I beg them to give just that little bit of sympathy that’s still left in them.

I need solution and I need it fast. Eloping with some dopes in the trunk is totally out of the question. To us, marriage is still about happiness, albeit the not always a bed of roses thing. We’re looking at something of a long-term commitment and to go behind the back of those who are concerned just for instant happiness is unthinkable.


Not quite sure if this would work because all these while I doubted about his existence. Never crossed my mind I’d turn to him when i'm down and in need. But in these trying, tight situation, desperate times call for desperate measures. So if you can hear this from wherever you are…

Please save our soul, Superman!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Salam Diwali, fellas.

Cartoon courtesy of Benny Loh


Singgah di Sri Devi’s membeli Vadei,

Sedap dimakan bersama Chutney dan cili,

Hello friend, invite us lunch la dei,

Am coming with Akka, for deepavali.

Happy Deepavali to all hindu friends. May this year's festival of lights brings you cheer and happiness.


Monday, November 5, 2007

Rockin' On

Ok, I’m not the type who likes to initiate things off. So to be the one to start a tag of certain topic and pass it on to five or six or shit other people is a no-no.

But here’s something I don’t mind setting the ball rolling: Naming two of the most favorite musical bands to have ever spun on your CD/vinyl player.

Some of us had some sort of a good discussion regarding to our respective taste in music and all kinds of band’s names were mentioned. It was just too many that I cant remember which’s which.

Also, as a result from my previous entry, there was a bit of a confusion on which era musically, that I grew up in. People may get this silly idea of me being a kid of the 80s with posters of Cindy Lauper proudly displayed on my bedroom wall. So for the record, I am NOT.

Well, at least I wasn’t into anything intelligent during that period of time except for Star Wars figurines that was huge back then, as well as of the A Team’s (think Mr. T @ B.A Baracus). I mean, what do you expect from a stupid kid who digs on anything that was big and influential?

Let me get this straight to the point. I want friends to know the type of music I really dig and vice versa. There may be countless of them but I’m sure it’s not difficult to just name two that you like most.

I myself find it hard to name two when I have hundreds of CDs I’ve collected over the years. After much thinking and taking every single factor into consideration, I managed to narrow it to the two that I love best. And so here they are…


Based in Berkeley, California, One of the best and consistent punk rock outfit ever. Unknown to many, especially the mainstream industry, but still most sell-out bands now days look up to them as their heroes and an iconic figure. They are regarded as a very important part in the revolution of punk movement in the 90s and almost single-handedly revives the popular interest in punk rock music. Still very much active and are currently in the studio recording their latest album.


Based in Seattle, Washington, they were huge all over the world during the late 80s and early 90s. Managed to produce only 4 studio albums before their frontman, Kurt Cobain took his own life in 1994. the best ever band to have formed during the grunge revolution. If the hippie thinks Hendrix was their biggest influence back in the 60s, then millions of Nirvana fans worldwide would digress and believes Cobain was even bigger than Jimi Hendrix himself. I certainly believe so. Its been 13 years since he passed on and I have yet to come across any musician to come even close to him, talent-wise.

So there we have it. They got my vote and I doubt the new crop of rock bands will ever replace them as my all-time fav. These 2 bands were the product of the early 90s when youth were through with glam-rock genre and wanted a change, at least that’s what from what I gathered.

I have learned to appreciate other genres along the years e.g ballads, rap, dangdut, Thai pops, reggae, irama Melayu and loads of others but punk rock remains close to my heart, and RANCID and NIRVANA are only two of many from this genre worth mentioning, over and over again.

Now though, I would love to hear from others. I’m sure they have theirs too. It could be the Old Blue Eyes, as Bigdog a.k.a Zakhir’s Zoo reveals. Similarly Cikgu Nazir’s Grand Funk Railroad, Tokasid’s Manhattan transfer and Shah’s Lee Ritenor.

I am not passing this on, but incase they’re having writer’s block, this is something they can just fill in, in their respective blog.

And as everyone may have guessed by now, I’m having a total blockage myself.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

80s Re-visited: Brader Alert

Things are back in order there in the parliament house. As expected, he was NOT in any ways punished for looking down on crips in wheelchair. Hey, he’s a big-shot VVIP datok who must be treated like a king. So here it goes- Ampon Tuanku.

Hokie Cokie, let's move on. No, actually, lets travel back in time.

…All the way back to the 80s when Knight Rider was the coolest thing in the world.

Hey, those times weren’t that bad, unless you get stuck in traffic jams, the sight of drivers picking their nose were pretty common. Now days they have handphones to while away their time as replacement.

So anyway, it was also in the period of time when public bus drivers were rude as ever and cabbies were seen driving Mercedes to pick up passengers.

Discos were pretty much dead and half-buried when Glam rock/speed metal took over the center stage by storm. Mat rockers were the ‘in’ thing. Never mind the scrotum, tight leather pants and jeans were the flavour of the moment. Long-haired dudes in black Ts can easily be spotted in every corner of the town. Sling-bags with Motorhead, Iron Maiden, Sepultura and Motley Crue written on it were must-have items and Aliph High-cut rider shoes were like the Crocs of today.

I once had a brader who was proud to be part of this glitter rock generation. Yes. I had another brader to call my own.

Where could he be now I wonder.

It was very unfortunate that we had to split. With only some clothes in his Metallica’s black sling-bag, he went right off his own bloody way. Maybe it was tough for him, living a pathetic, meaningless life just trying to make ends meet. Never thought I’d say this and stab him in the spine but he was partly to be blamed. All his hard-earned money selling Care Bears and G.I Joe stickers went down the drain just for his regular fix of cannabis and some other illegal activity e.g Cock-fighting.

Society looked down on him while the Oteks were hot on his trail. He was given the ultimatum, either us or the junkie life and sadly, he made the wrong choice, sacrificing his own family for temporary enjoyment. We cant have a scumbag living in the neighbourhood so like it or not we had to disown him and he was booted out of the house soon after.

But now, after years of separation, I’m longing for his return. Its been too long. Struggling to bridge differences between us should be the thing of the past. Its high time to bury the hatchet.

Even though we’re cruising well in 5th gear into the new millennium, somehow I have the gut feeling this brader still very much stuck in time, in his preferred legendary era of the 80s.

Has anybody seen him?


What a cunt. I need to get a life.